I've never read The Cinnamon Peeler, but I like the lilting pattern of this poem - it's almost like stream of consciousness, halting and half formed in some places. It feels intimate, like we're peering in on his thoughts.

That was truly beautiful. I'm very picky about my poetry but now I have to go and look up the original...after work because I'm going to be late if I don't put my laptop down now and get my ass off my couch. I particularly liked the first four lines. There was no way I couldn't finish it after reading those.